My own personal vortex
Everytime I think I'm too busy for this whole online journal thing it sucks me back in. I get too wrapped up in work and life and say f**K it and then I'm back missing everyone. I've lost touch with my online journal friends and have turned into somewhat of a loner.
I've got wayyy too many goals to count - which is good, but makes me feel like Jack Nicholson in "The Shining"..
All work and no play makes Lisa a bad girl
All work and no play makes Lisa a bad girl
So finally I snapped and threw caution to the wind. Meredith and I went out for cocktails in Union Square Friday night and I consumed way too many - which was overdue. We met up with her gay friend and some other NYers and went to Splash for Gay night. We walked in and just as I was looking up at the exotic male dancer in the g-string, I realized I was without Meredith. She was too tipsy and the bouncer refused her. After witnessing a couple arguments, ordering way too much food at a nearby restaurant (2 apps, 4 entrees and 5 desserts) I was on the last train home to Westchester, tired, listening to Hall & Oats on my walkman and trying to remember the last time I'd been out so late.
I feel like I'm trapped in this period between being too old and married to hang out, yet not being just ready for kids. Three years of marriage and no babies is not a good combination. But lots of exciting things are happening to us...
1) Normund's greencard should be arriving in the next 6 months, which means our first trip to Latvia and northeastern Europe together to meet his family
2) We're getting ready to put our apartment on the market in the next 6 months, to upgrade to a much larger pad
3) I'm so proud of myself in that I've been able to save a pile of cash and have pulled myself our of the financial rutt that monopolized my life up 2 until years ago
Michigan last weekend was bittersweet. It was great to see the family, Lindsay and my aunt, but I was in this awful mood b/c I hate being there without my grandparents. We watched fireworks on Lake Michigan and spent the rest of the weekend with friends.
Then I took last Tuesday off to catch up on my errands and sat down at 4pm for Oprah, which was couterproductive b/c the show was about alcoholism and the overpaid doctor they had on the show said that if you have a couple glasses of wine after work you're pretty much on your way to rehab. Why is it that everything that tastes, feels, sounds and smells good is bad for you? Where is the reason in the world?
I've got wayyy too many goals to count - which is good, but makes me feel like Jack Nicholson in "The Shining"..
All work and no play makes Lisa a bad girl
All work and no play makes Lisa a bad girl
So finally I snapped and threw caution to the wind. Meredith and I went out for cocktails in Union Square Friday night and I consumed way too many - which was overdue. We met up with her gay friend and some other NYers and went to Splash for Gay night. We walked in and just as I was looking up at the exotic male dancer in the g-string, I realized I was without Meredith. She was too tipsy and the bouncer refused her. After witnessing a couple arguments, ordering way too much food at a nearby restaurant (2 apps, 4 entrees and 5 desserts) I was on the last train home to Westchester, tired, listening to Hall & Oats on my walkman and trying to remember the last time I'd been out so late.
I feel like I'm trapped in this period between being too old and married to hang out, yet not being just ready for kids. Three years of marriage and no babies is not a good combination. But lots of exciting things are happening to us...
1) Normund's greencard should be arriving in the next 6 months, which means our first trip to Latvia and northeastern Europe together to meet his family
2) We're getting ready to put our apartment on the market in the next 6 months, to upgrade to a much larger pad
3) I'm so proud of myself in that I've been able to save a pile of cash and have pulled myself our of the financial rutt that monopolized my life up 2 until years ago
Michigan last weekend was bittersweet. It was great to see the family, Lindsay and my aunt, but I was in this awful mood b/c I hate being there without my grandparents. We watched fireworks on Lake Michigan and spent the rest of the weekend with friends.
Then I took last Tuesday off to catch up on my errands and sat down at 4pm for Oprah, which was couterproductive b/c the show was about alcoholism and the overpaid doctor they had on the show said that if you have a couple glasses of wine after work you're pretty much on your way to rehab. Why is it that everything that tastes, feels, sounds and smells good is bad for you? Where is the reason in the world?